Chapter 30: Breath becomes wind, shout becomes thunder

After Monk Huishi disguised himself as a yamen runner, he really became a yamen runner who bullies the weak and fears the strong, with an extremely arrogant attitude.

Behind him were more than ten ordinary yamen runners, all staring fiercely at Cui Heng in the cell.

However, no one dared to rush forward.

Although they did not see Cui Heng collapse the cell passage from a distance of four or five meters, the one who could shake the bluestone building into this state must be a first-class master in the world, and he could kill them with a slap.

Cui Heng looked at Monk Huishi and chuckled, "How can a monk have such a bad temper? Aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you?"

"Nonsense, I am the head of the Yamen Runners in Juhe County, not a monk!" Monk Huishi was furious. He obviously didn't want to reveal his identity, so he stepped forward, raised his right hand and grabbed Cui Heng.

This monk who pretended to be the head of the Yamen Runners was obviously not weak in martial arts. He was obviously two or three feet away from Cui Heng, but he came in front of Cui Heng in just one step.

He clenched his right hand into a claw and grabbed Cui Heng's shoulder.

The power of this claw was extremely strong. When it was swung, it actually left a series of white lines in the air, tearing out bursts of wind, and it sounded like a whistling wind in people's ears.

Even if it was made of copper and iron, it would probably be crushed on the spot under this claw.

The dozen or so yamen runners who followed were stunned. They had never thought that their squad leader had such powerful martial arts.

With such martial arts skills, he must be above the first-class. Why did he condescend to be the squad leader of a small county yamen?

The old man in the cell next door was also a little surprised. He had a sharp eye and could tell at a glance that the yamen runner squad leader should have condensed his true energy. If he was in the martial arts world, he would be respected as a little master.

"Poor guy, he doesn't even know that the dungeon passage was collapsed by the earthquake from a distance of four or five meters." The old man sneered in his heart. In his opinion, the yamen runner squad leader was obviously seeking his own death.

It was not too difficult to collapse the dungeon passage built of bluestone.

As long as you step into the realm of marrow cleansing, the Qi will naturally be generated, which is the first-class in the martial arts world. With the power of the Qi, a master of this level can shatter a bluestone as big as a millstone with one palm strike.

But Cui Heng directly collapsed the dungeon passage from a distance of four or five feet!

This is far beyond the unprecedented first-class and even grandmaster. I am afraid that only the grandmaster who has opened the gate and started to feel the inside and outside can do it.

If Monk Huishi knew this, he would never act rashly.

Unfortunately, he didn't see that scene at all.

In a blink of an eye, Monk Huishi's attack had approached Cui Heng's shoulder.

He looked sinister and wanted to directly destroy Cui Heng's arm.

The martial arts used in this claw is a variation of the "Dragon Claw Grabbing Hand" among the 81 unique skills of the Lotus Temple.

While hiding the origin of the martial arts, it also retains most of its power.

He is best at catching and removing bones.

A mere country bumpkin from any sect or school could not possibly resist his grab that contained true Qi.

But just when Monk Huishi was thinking this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right hand, as if he had grabbed something indestructible, and all the strength was forcibly rebounded.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

When the five fingers of Monk Huishi's right hand were still three inches away from Cui Heng's shoulder, the flesh and blood suddenly shattered, and the bones inside broke and stuck out of the flesh and blood!

"How is this possible?!"

Monk Huishi exclaimed, his face full of disbelief, his eyes almost popped out.

This extremely shocking feeling even exceeded the pain in his hand.

But before he could react, Cui Heng exhaled again.

Just like a normal person breathing, he blew out a breath.

The next moment -

boom!

As if thunder exploded, there were loud explosions in the air.

In this dungeon with almost no air circulation, a small tornado appeared out of thin air, about ten feet high, connecting to the top of the dungeon.

At the same time, the dead grass, gravel, and many miscellaneous items piled on the ground were all swept into the strong wind, with flying sand and rocks!

Then, this extremely fierce storm directly hit Monk Huishi.

This Buddhist master who had cultivated true qi and was worthy of being called a junior master was knocked flying on the spot and hit hard on the top stone slab of the dungeon.

But the strong wind did not stop, and it destroyed everything in its path. All kinds of torture instruments, stones, and stone prisons were completely destroyed after the storm swept through.

When the more than ten yamen runners saw this situation, they all ran away as if they had seen ghosts.

But how could their speed catch up with this strong wind? One by one, they were like pieces of paper in the storm, and they were all rolled up and thrown in all directions, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Boom! !

Suddenly, another loud noise was heard, but this storm hit the entrance deep in the dungeon, and it was obvious that the passage had collapsed.

At this point, the gust of wind finally dissipated, and the entire dungeon was in a mess.

The old man standing not far from Cui Heng was completely stunned. He felt that his thoughts had stagnated and his mind was blank.

What happened?

What was that just now?

Snap!

He slapped himself hard, and immediately grimaced in pain.

This is not a dream? !

"Oh my God, this, this is martial arts?"

It's outrageous!

Just a breath of air can achieve such an effect? ​​!

Bang!

Monk Huishi, who was blown to the top of the dungeon just now, fell down, his hands and feet twitching slightly, and his whole body trembling. He tried to raise his head.

At this time, the disguise on his face had been destroyed, and he looked like a young monk again.

"You didn't get killed by my breath, which shows that your martial arts are not bad." Cui Heng smiled slightly, walked out of the cell, looked at the monk Hui Shi lying on the ground, and said lightly: "Get up, take me to see the county magistrate here."

"I, you, I..." Monk Hui Shi's mouth trembled, and he wanted to stand up but fell down because of the twitching of his hands and feet. Or maybe it was because of his strong desire to survive. After several failures, he still tried his best to stand up, lowered his head and said, "Yes!"

"You come too." Cui Heng glanced at the old man who was still in a daze.

"Ah? Me? Okay, okay!" The old man nodded immediately and hurriedly followed.

When the three came to the collapsed dungeon passage, the old man immediately rushed to the front, wanting to volunteer to move the collapsed stones away.

But before he could do anything, the stones seemed to come alive and moved aside, automatically making way for Cui Heng.

The old man was stunned.

Is this still martial arts?

When Monk Huishi saw this scene, his hands and feet turned cold, as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He was terrified, "Where did this monster come from?!"

(End of this chapter)